The late afternoon sun poured through the window, illuminating Chad Cole’s shirtless torso. He lounged in the living room now, sprawled across the couch, the TV blaring a basketball game he was only half-watching. His phone buzzed intermittently with Snapchats from girls in his grade, most of whom were competing for his attention. Not that he minded — he lived for it. At sixteen, Chad Cole already thought he had the world in his hands.
Chad ran a hand through his sun-bleached hair and smirked as he caught his reflection in the glass of the fireplace. He reached for a water bottle on the coffee table when the doorbell rang.
“Danny! Get the door!”
He hollered, hoping that his little brother was home so he wouldn’t have to move. When no reply came, he grumbled and shifted. Pushing himself off the couch, he strode to the door. When he swung it open, his smirk returned instantly.
Standing on the porch was Erica Summers, his neighbor. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the sunlight in a way that made it look almost golden. She wore a bright pink sports bra that left little to the imagination and a matching cheerleading skirt that barely skimmed the tops of her toned thighs. Chad noticed immediately that she looked... different. Her frame, which had been athletic, seemed just a little more sculpted, her arms and legs subtly more defined. But her flirtatious smile and wide blue eyes were the same as ever.
“Chad!” she said, her voice high and bubbly. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
“I, like, hope I’m not interrupting or anything.”
He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps bulge just slightly.
“Erica, if you were interrupting, I wouldn’t have opened the door,”
he said smoothly. His hazel eyes scanned her up and down, lingering a beat longer than necessary on the way her nipples poked teasingly through her top. “What’s up?”
Erica giggled, her cheeks flushing a light pink. “I was, like, just taking a break from practice, and I thought I’d stop by. You were outside earlier, and I figured... I don’t know, maybe you’d wanna hang out or something?”
Chad arched an eyebrow.
“Gymnastics? Looks like you’ve been putting in work.” He nodded toward her legs. “You been hitting the gym or something?”
She beamed, clearly pleased with the attention.
“A little! Coach said I needed to tone up if I wanted to stay on top of my game, so I’ve been doing, like, extra squats and stuff.”
She struck a playful pose, popping her hip to one side and resting her hand on it.
“You notice a difference?”
Chad’s grin widened.
“Oh, I notice. You’re not looking bad, Summers.”
“Not bad?” she repeated, feigning offense. “I’m, like, looking amazing and you know it, Chad.”
“Alright, you got me,” he said with a laugh, stepping aside to let her in.
“Come on. You can’t just stand there fishing for compliments all day.”
Erica pranced inside, her skirt swishing with every step. She glanced around the living room, noting the mess of empty water bottles and the basketball game still playing on the TV.
“Wow, you’ve been, like, super productive, huh?” she teased, dropping onto the couch.
Chad shut the door and leaned against it, watching her with a half-smile.
“What can I say? I’m a busy guy.”
He sauntered over and sat down next to her, close enough that their knees almost touched.
“So what’d you really come over for, Erica? We both know you don’t just ‘stop by.’”
She tilted her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder.
“Maybe I just wanted to see you,” she said coyly, running a perfectly manicured finger along the edge of the couch cushion.
“You never text me back, you know.”
“Didn’t realize I was on a schedule,” he shot back, his tone teasing.
“Besides, I figured you had plenty of other guys to text.”
“Pfft,” she scoffed, leaning closer. “None of them are you, Chad.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at how transparent she was, but he didn’t mind. He liked the attention, and he liked the way she looked at him — like he was some kind of prize she was dying to win.
“Well, you’ve got my attention now,” he said. “What are you gonna do with it?”
Erica didn’t need any more prompting. She closed the gap between them, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was light at first but quickly deepened. Chad responded without hesitation, one hand moving to the back of her neck, the other resting casually on her thigh. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin material of her skirt.
She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and her blue eyes bright. “Your room,” she whispered, her voice breathy. “Now.”
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